Inside, she saw Evan face down with a towel wrapped around his waist on a massage/training table being iced and worked on by the trainer, who it looked like was trying to gently massage some of the swelling from the fight out of his joints. Evan's face was looking away from her, so Cadee didn't know if his eyes were open or shut. The trainer looked questioningly at her and was about to comment, till she quieted him and he recognized her from Evan's in-ring ramblings and seeing her near the cage. She stood there for a few more minutes, gazing at Evan's prostrate form and imagining what he was wearing underneath that towel.
His shoulders, while red, were well defined with just a hint of hair on his back, while his legs looked rippled and even larger than usual, with tendons and veins making an impression under the surface, even though he was relaxing. His arms, especially his elbows, were covered with icebags, but his forearms stood out nice and defined, and his hands were still covered with some ripped tape. All in all, he looked like a warrior just come back victorious from the battlefield, which in a way he was, and this just pushed her to new heights of arousal. She unconsciously rubbed the front of her skirt to adjust her now thoroughly soaked panties. The trainer, bless his heart, if he saw didn't comment.
Cadee asked with her hand motions if Evan had his eyes open or closed, and when the trainer showed closed, she got an idea. She fished a 50 out of her purse, along with her registered nurse's card, handing both to the trainer, who took them both questioningly. She pantomimed that for the 50 she would take over the massage and to prove that she could do it right pointed to the nurse's card. The trainer only hesitated for a split second before taking the money and handing her back the card before slipping out. Moving over to the prostrate form, she checked to make sure that he still had his eyes closed before resuming the trainer's massage with the icebag that she had interrupted.
She moved the bag all along the darkest blotches and most sensitive spots about Evan's surely aching joints. When she came to the traditionally sensitive spots on the back of his knees and lower back, Evan shuddered a bit, giving Cadee a curious feeling of power over this muscular man. Her nipples tingled under her top in anticipation, and naughty idea came to her. She took off her top, putting her 34Ds on display for the first time, set it aside on another table and began rubbing her nipples with her ice-cold hand to further increased the sensation, making them harder and longer than they had been many times before. She grinned at what Evan would say if he were to only open his eyes!
When Evan's backside was done, she slapped his right butt cheek in a signal to turn over. Evan slowly, gingerly, turned onto his front, and Cadee was pleased to see a pleasant bulge decorating the front of his towel, showing that he was indeed naked underneath the towel. It didn't even look fully erect yet, and she liked it already. She resumed her icebag massage on his front, making sure not to go anywhere near his crotch with it. When she was done, and Evan was sighing contentedly, there was a feeling of pent-up lust inside of her and a feeling of burning desire to touch her fighter with her bare hands. She rubbed her still cold hands all over her warm breasts, increasing the stiffness and warming up her hands to at least body temperature. Slowly then, very slowly, she slipped her hands underneath his towel from the bottom and finding what she wanted, began to massage it from the base all the way up to the head in long, sensual strokes.....
Evan became aware of the new sensation gradually as he was dozing on the table. After his usual ice massage, the trainer usually just left him alone, but now there was something different, something pleasurable but unexpected. He liked it, liked it a lot in fact, but a portion of his mind was screaming something was wrong. He didn't care, as long as the sensation continued rubbing the most precious part of his anatomy. Then the tip of his penis suddenly felt cold and a second later, warm and wet. Now he started to question what was going on, he was obviously getting a blowjob, then the logic portion of his brain kicked in and screamed that the trainer was male!
He jerked himself half upright on the training table with a start, ready to tell the trainer off and defend himself if need be, but instead his eyes fell upon a very beautiful brunette in a short miniskirt and high heels with a very skimpy bra on with a hand around his dick, still massaging it to full hardness and a smile playing around her sensual mouth as she realized the effect that her ministrations were having. When she saw he was awake, she took her mouth off his dick and smiled blindingly at him while continually pumping with her hand.
"Good, you're awake, I though I was gonna have to do this forever," she said, still smiling. This was just too much for Evan, his brain was torn between pleasure, confusion, and a little bit of anger.
"Wha-," he started, before he took in the top lying on the table next to them, the full measure of her facial feature and the familiar smile that played across her face. IN a flash he recognized Cadee, and the new look she had dressed in hardened him even more. Her eyes widened in surprise as she glanced down and saw what effect this recognition had on his anatomy. As she was turning her eyes back to his face, his right hand came up and fastened around the back of her head, pulling her lips closer to his. Her eyes widened again when their lips met, but then closed to fully feel the sensations racing out from their meeting point. Her pussy actually started to drip fluid down her leg, and her breath came in shorter gasp and they only broke lip contact momentarily to breathe.
